then Li Sao

Act One

Prime Minister Luo stepped on dog poop when he went out and fell, and was summoned by the emperor before he could change his clothes.Seeing him in a mess, the emperor scolded: "Why did you make yourself like this again!" Prime Minister Luo was very aggrieved: "Going back to the emperor, it's the shit's fault, not the minister's fault." "Then it fell into the pool last time!" "It's the steps' fault, not the minister's fault." "And the last time you rolled off the bed!" "...That's your fault, Your Majesty, for recruiting the minister to sleep in."

Second act

The emperor: "Luo Qing, how can I let you stay by my side in peace and contentment?" Luo Ping: "As long as the emperor's vassals become bigger officials, for example, the position of prime minister is vacant now..." Yu Pointing to the Dragon case: "Why don't you be the chief eunuch, you only need to serve me alone." Luo Ping wiped his sweat: "In fact, I don't care about the size of the official position, as long as I can share the worries of the emperor, the position of the imperial servant is enough. .”

Act Three

The emperor went to the prime minister's mansion late at night, and was told that the prime minister was out.When it was time to die, Luo Ping came back smelling of alcohol and powder. "Where are you happy?" "The prince of Nan'an invited his ministers to watch the lantern." "What did he ask you to do?" "The prince asked his ministers to say something nice for his sister about the selection of concubines." "Choose a concubine?" The emperor laughed back angrily, "Okay, then I will listen to your good words!" Luo Ping thought for a while: "Big buttocks are easy to bear."

Act Four

The bed beside him was empty, the emperor suddenly opened his eyes, and saw the man sitting by the window with his clothes wrapped around him, he was actually practicing calligraphy.He walked over, Luo Ping heard the movement, looked back and smiled: "Do you remember, when I taught you calligraphy, you didn't learn your own name, but you had to learn the word Jiangshan first." He nodded, and the man still smiled: "At that time Jiangshan is a taboo to you, and now Jiangshan is under your royal pen, but your name has become a taboo instead." [To be continued]

Act Five

[Continuing from the last scene] Luo Ping said: "You are a young student, you can write the word "Jiangshan" so well, but I, as a teacher, can only do my best to write these two characters well."——Zhou Tang, he name.The emperor was moved in his heart, he is the emperor of all people, only in this person's writing, he is Zhou Tang. "There are these few words." Luo Ping went on to write: I owe Luo Ping two thousand five hundred taels of silver. "Your Majesty, please stamp the seal."

Act [-]

The emperor: "Luo Qing, am I your most proud student?" Luo Ping: "No, Your Majesty is the student who failed the most." "Why?" "At that time, I taught you to be a lady and a gentleman, Taught you to respect the teacher and to have no distractions, but now you are doing it the other way around - hiding from the lady and pressing down on the minister." "..." "Your Majesty, I know I'm wrong, please be gentle."

Act [-]

"Luo Qing, Luo Qing, who is the most majestic emperor?" "Of course it is you, the emperor." "Who is the most popular virtuous monarch?" "Of course it is you, the emperor." "Who is the No. ?” “Of course it’s you, the emperor.” “Who is your favorite, Prime Minister Luo?” “Cuiyun Tower…” “If you get the wrong answer, you won’t be able to go to court for a few days.” “……”

Act [-]

The prime minister said that the envoy from the enemy country would be retired, and the emperor would reward him: "Luo Qing, what do you want?" "Return to the emperor, I dare to ask you for a beauty." The emperor was slightly startled: "You want a beauty? Okay, I promise you. "That night Luo Ping went back to his room to receive the reward, but he fell into a firm embrace as soon as he entered the door, and there was a sullen chuckle in his ear: "Luo Qing, can I be considered a beauty?" Luo Ping: "... Your Majesty, the beauty that I want It was given to the king of the enemy country."

Act [-]

The prime minister said that he would retire from his old age and return to his hometown.The emperor: "Luo Qing has just passed his thirties, why sue him?" The prime minister: "I have a serious illness, and the state affairs are heavy, and I can't do what I want." "I won't let you do those things." "If your majesty has no other reason I'd better ask Your Majesty to approve it." "Wait a minute!" "Your Majesty?" "Luo Qing hasn't given birth to a son yet." "...Your Majesty, let me return home."

Act ten

[He Zhongqiu] Luo Xiaoan broke a piece of moon cake: "Daddy, eat!" Luo Ping opened his mouth with a smile, and a servant came in at the door: "Master Prime Minister! The emperor said that he choked on moon cakes, and wants you to feed it!" Luo Ping looked at it The well-behaved Xiao An in his arms, compared to the willful and unrestrained emperor's master, hated: "Forget about choking to death." Zhou Tang appeared and said angrily: "Little master, if you don't feed me, I will dismiss you as an official!"" ...Your Majesty, have a taste of this piece of lotus paste."

Unfinished book written by Xu Fu

Act One

Xu Fu, styled Ziyun.

Speaking of his name and character, few people probably recognize him, but if it is about his other name, I am afraid that everyone in the whole family knows it. It is said that even the current emperor and the current prime minister have read his words. work.

That's right, he is the famous opera novelist-Xu Gongzi.

Many people in the market said that they grew up reading Mr. Xu's novels. They would often take out a broken book from the bottom of the box, and then recall their youthful years in the distance from the plot in the book.

There are nearly 100 copies of Xu Gongzi's works circulating on the market, but in fact, only [-] of them are really written by him, and most of the rest are imitations by unscrupulous novelists. Anyone with a discerning eye can tell which one is his. True work.

According to the rumors, Mr. Xu is a melancholy man who has been hurt by love. He is almost young, but he does not marry because of infatuation. There are so many touching stories.

However, what those who really recognized him saw was...

"Oh, my good sister, just give me a room in the side room." The gentle and fair scholar lay on the ground, holding a woman's thigh tightly and begged, "Sister Cui'er, I beg you, I only have Evans can only be thought of in your rouge workshop..."

Cui'er's brows were upside down: "Hey! Let go! This is a brothel, my mother! It's not your study! You need to get rid of your rotten problem, how can anyone still be able to write like a spring while listening to the voices of the clouds and rain everywhere, hey Xu Fu Won't you react? You're still not a man!"

Xu Fu said aggrievedly: "I've been listening to it for so many years, okay? I can tell people by their voices. I know all the ways that sister is humming. It would be strange if I could still react."

As a bustard blushing, Cui'er raised her foot and kicked him: "Well, you white-eyed wolf! It's all because we are too spoiled with you! Get out! Get out as far as you can, don't delay my mother's business!"

Xu Fu was in a hurry: "Don't, don't. Sister Cui'er, I know your business is doing well recently, so let me stay another night? Just one night, just let me finish writing the opening chapter!"

"you give me……"

"I'll trade with you! How about I try to help you get business?"

Hearing what Xu Fu said, Tweety'er's face softened a little: "What's up with your kid?"

Not to mention, Xu Fu owes more than half of the credit for her family's Yanzhifang being able to become the most famous building in Liuxiang.After all, he is a novelist, with countless interesting things in his belly.The tricks he thinks can always arouse the interest of the benefactors. The singing and dancing, the games, the tricks of the dim sum, and the selection of the oirans in Rougefang are all made by him behind the scenes. The benefactors find more fun here than other places If there are many, the business will naturally be good.

"Sister Cui'er, please promise to spare me a room first, and I'll tell you later." Xu Fu bargained.

"..." Cui'er thought for a moment, and felt that she couldn't sacrifice big gains for small gains, and finally compromised, "Okay, okay, I'll ask someone to make room for you, you can tell me quickly."

Xu Fu grinned, got up from the ground, leaned into her ear and said, "That's how it is, let each girl prepare a piece of flower paper, and then..."

Second act

A song of Qixiu singing and dancing kicked off the prelude of Rouge Square tonight. After entering the door, the benefactors who came to seek pleasure found dozens of silk threads hanging from the singing stage, and each silk thread was tied with a wooden sign.

A handsome young man asked curiously, "What is this for?"

Li'er, who brought him in, smiled coquettishly: "You'll know in a while." Then he turned around and jumped away from the young master, leaving only one sentence, "You must recognize my slave", and hid behind the curtain, not knowing where to go up.

For a moment all the girls disappeared behind the scenes, and the benefactors looked at each other in blank dismay.

After a while, the girls came out from behind the scenes again. The difference was that they were all wearing the same clothes, even the headdresses were silver hairpins, and their faces were covered with veils. At first glance, they were indistinguishable who is who.

"This is to..." The benefactors were still puzzled.

After the girls stood in line, Tweety came out and explained to everyone:

"I heard that there is a River Lantern Festival in Mocheng. Destined people can get acquainted with each other by virtue of the river lanterns, and become married couples. Today, my Yanzhifang imitated the same method, using paper as a matchmaker, and let everyone play a game. At the same time, I also want to prove it to all the guests. Now, the girls in my Rouge Square are not just showy, they are not only good at singing and dancing, but also good at writing.

"Later, the girls will stick the flower paper that they have written on the wooden sign. The front side of the paper is the words and sentences, and the back side is the girl's name. All guest officials are invited to come to the stage to choose the sentences you like, and which one you choose , take off the paper and read the name on the back, and spend a good night with that girl tonight."

The young masters and buddies all thought it was quite interesting, but there were also big bosses booing in the audience: "I can't read!"

Tweety flicked the handkerchief and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter if you can't read, you can always recognize your old friend's good figure and posture, and you can choose the note paper that looks familiar to anyone."

"Haha, that works, that works!"

And so the game begins.The girls took out their huanhua paper from their cuffs one after another, and put them on the stage one by one.There are eight lines of tiny characters written on ten-colored paper, which looks very charming.

After Li'er pasted up the paper, she took a half dance step before returning to behind the curtain.That was the dance she danced when she just left that young man in brocade clothes, it was a little cheating.

Although the young man she greeted tonight was a stranger, he looked like a nobleman, and she didn't want to miss this opportunity.I just hope the man recognizes her.

Li'er clenched her sleeves a little nervously, and suddenly froze.

Um?what is this?

She pulled out a Huanhua paper from her right cuff.

This is... ah!This is her huanhua note, whose one is pasted on it!

After thinking it over, Li'er felt like crying.

Earlier, in order to write better poems, she went to ask Xu Fu for advice.Xu Fu wrote a song for her to use, and she changed a few sentences according to her own style. In order to distinguish herself from Xu Fu's, she signed Xu Fu's name with his name.

In the end, she rushed to the stage, and accidentally posted Xu Fu's mistake.In other words, no one will read her name tonight, because behind that piece of paper is Xu Fu's name...

Act Three

Since Zhou Hang arrived in Qingzhou, he played around happily.For a prince like him who does not seek progress but only seeks happiness, Mocheng is a cage made of gold, while Qingzhou is a gentle town made of water.

After traveling around to this small town called Yanqiao, there is no special scenery and no special snacks. At first Zhou Hang felt a little bored, but later he heard that there is the most famous "Willow Lane" in Qingzhou, so he took advantage of it with great interest. The night is gone.

There are brothels and pear gardens everywhere in Willow Lane. He was not familiar with the place, so he picked a place that seemed to be the most crowded and bustling to drill in. When he looked up, he saw three large characters - Rouge Square.

He was pulled in by a pretty girl, and he was stunned when he saw the battle on the stage of that song.Judging from his many years of experience in playing flowers, this place is absolutely extraordinary, it seems that he came to the right place!

However, this is a vulgar place after all, the game of Huanhuajian, whoever gives the most money can go up and choose first.Although Zhou Hang didn't worry about money, after this trip, he didn't have much money left in his pocket.In addition, it's not good for him to hang out with a romantic place after all, and he doesn't want to attract too much attention, so he didn't fight to be the first choice to go on stage.

The dandies in front pretended to choose a piece of paper to read, and then took a girl away.Zhou Hang snorted coldly, "good poems, good poems" are all perfunctory. Seeing their confident appearance, it is obvious that they have passed their anger in private, completely burying the fun of this game.

When it was Zhou Hang's turn, the oiran had already been taken away, but he didn't care at all, he had never seen what kind of oiran, he just wanted to play this game.Everyone said that the characters were like the person, but he wanted to try his own skills in guessing people by seeing the characters.

The remaining twenty or so papers are almost all romantic clichés, which are not bad, but there is nothing that catches Zhou Hang's eyes.

Just when he was hesitating whether to step down, his eyes suddenly fixed on a piece of paper hanging on the edge.He could tell at a glance that this one was different from the others.

The words on the paper are graceful and elegant, and every stroke has a soft force, unassuming, but very outstanding, and it looks extraordinarily clean and pure in a group of paper forests exuding powdery smell——

Leaning on the building and looking at the moon, the moon is like a hook,

Can't catch it, boy's eyes.

Where can I find the fragrance of folding willows?

There are old dreams, and the sorrow of separation.

The lead is washed out,

It's hard to turn back when you're on a stranger's road,

Who dares,

Let yourself be romantic.

Zhou Hang looked at the last sentence, and the corners of his lips curled up.What an open-minded and proud woman, since she asked "Who would dare", he responded to her question, "Promise yourself to be romantic"!

Reaching out his hand to peel off the Huanhua paper, flipping it to the back, Zhou Hang read: "Xu, Fu."

There was no response from behind the curtain.

Zhou Hang raised his voice: "Miss Xu Fu, can you show up and see me?"

Still no response.

Zhou Hang called out again: "Miss Xu Fu?"

The crowd started to commotion, Tweety heard the movement and came out: "Who? Who has been chosen?"

Zhou Hang said patiently: "Xu Fu."

Cui'er was startled, and cried out: "Who? Xu Fu? How could it be Xu Fu?!"

At this moment, footsteps came from upstairs, and a scholar in green shirt came out and asked worriedly, "Sister Cui'er, did you call me? What happened?"

"..." After a brief silence, a burst of laughter erupted in Rouge Workshop, "Hahahaha, he chose a turtle man!"

"I'm not Gui Gong!" Xu Fu argued vigorously.

"..." Zhou Hang was still in shock, he realized that he seemed to have overdone it.

Act Four

After Xu Fu figured out the situation, he was about to run back to the room, but Tweety brought her back and put it in front of Zhou Hang, saying, "This guest officer, I'm sorry, according to the rules of the game, he is the one you choose, you see? To or not to?"

"Sister Cui'er, you can't do this..." Xu Fu's voice was ruthlessly suppressed by Cui'er's slender hands.

Zhou Hang thought about it again and again: "If you don't want it, will you refund the money?"

Tweety fully showed the face of a profiteer: "Guest officer, the fee you paid is for participating in the game. You chose him in the game. It has nothing to do with us. Of course, the money will not be refunded."

Seeing Xu Fu's brilliant face, Zhou Hang suddenly wanted to continue playing, so he pretended to be annoyed and said, "No money back? Then I'll take it. Even though I'm a man, I just have to settle for it."

So Zhou Hang led Xu Fu into the room, which was the wing room where Xu Fu was going to fight the new work at night with the lights on.

silence.

The two stared at him for a while, and Xu Fu saw that there was nothing unusual about him, so he picked up his pen and dipped his ink in the ink, and continued to write.He is now racing against the clock, and now there are only three months left in the half-year deadline given to him, and he has just begun to write.

Zhou Hang finished drinking a jug of wine, seeing that he was still writing as if nothing had happened, he leaned over and took a look out of curiosity: "What are you writing, poor scholar." He really didn't think Xu Fu was a tortoise. not like.

"Book."

"Yo, you still write books?"

"Ah."

"What book are you writing?"

"..." Xu Fu had no time to talk to him.

"I don't spend my wallet on you all night just to be in a daze. You should at least chat with me."

"..."

"Hey, what kind of book did you write? Miscellaneous talk? Opera? By the way, have you read Mr. Xu's "The Heaven is as Cool as Water"? It's so touching. There is a sentence in it called, the floors are like..."

"Floors are like buildings, hundreds of miles of sky are as cool as water; lonely lamps are like dreams, and young people don't know what it is like."

"you know?"

"I wrote it."

Zhou Hang burst out laughing: "Really, are you Mr. Xu?"

Xu Fu said, "I am."

Zhou Hang was stunned for a moment, and then he believed it.The words and sentences on the Huanhua paper just now are indeed very similar to Mr. Xu's writing style.

As a model of idleness among princes, he is a loyal reader of Mr. Xu. Now seeing the real person, it is different from what he imagined, but... it seems to be okay.

"Hey, there is a plot in your "Jian Jia Ji", which I find quite interesting..."

Xu Fu was so noisy that he didn't want to write, so he simply put away the pen and paper to chat with him.The two of them sat on the bed and talked about it for half the night. When they were a little sleepy, there was noise from the next door.

The woman's coquettish voice came over, Xu Fu listened carefully for a while and said, "It's Sister Hong Su, her ending sound is so sweet."

Zhou Hang looked at him in disbelief: "How do you know, have you done it with her many times?"

"How is it possible, they are all my sisters, and I respect them."

"Listening to the corner is also called respect?"

"This...you don't understand."

As the night got deeper and deeper, the lingering sounds in the Rouge Workshop became more intense. Zhou Hang was not an abstinent person, and he got a little angry when he heard it, but he didn't know what to do when he looked at the man with red lips and white teeth.

Xu Fu quickly noticed his change, and laughed, "Self-control is really poor."

Zhou Hang became angry from embarrassment: "You self-made, you help me do it!"

"I don't... ah!"

Before Xu Fu finished speaking, his hand was pulled and pressed to the hot skin, and his face turned red.He wanted to pull out his hand, but was squeezed tightly, and felt that the thing under his hand was swollen again.

Zhou Hang tasted the sweetness and snorted softly: "Don't hide, it's not a difficult thing."

"I, I won't do such a thing!"

"Then I'll help you find something you can do...don't slap your hand anymore, I won't let you escape. Sour scholar, according to the current situation, use twelve days to write a poem Come on, I'll let you go."

"I...you..." Xu Fu struggled for a long time, and found that he really couldn't fight his strength, so he had to do as he said.He thought for a while, and said word by word:

"Walking about lovesickness (zi) all night, knocking on the front button of the golden lock door (ugly), just at the time of Kui Ye's sunset harvest (yin)...

"Liu Yao'er is holding half of it (卷), the red lips have not yet reached her mouth (Chen), and the tip of her mouth is sticking out and her tongue is as soft as a hook (Si)...

"There is also a jade pestle by my side, if it's not for cutting wood (afternoon)...

"In the middle of the [-]th, jump straight on your toes (Wei), let go of moaning (Shen), don't leave a little bit of wine in the pot (You)...

"When you are tired, people seem to be fighting with each other (Xu), I am afraid that you will give birth to a child, and the child will not belong to me (Hai)."

It seemed to be a habit when he was thinking, every time he said a sentence, there would be a slight finger movement, which made Zhou Hang's heart flutter.He spoke slowly, Zhou Hang took the opportunity to hold his hand to vent his desire, he pressed Xu Fu's wrist with one hand, and wrapped his waist with the other, his hoarse voice was next to his ear, and the tide of emotion followed his words And the movement gradually churned.

"Oh!" When Xu Fu finished speaking, Zhou Hang was surprised that he was satisfied.

Huh?so fast?Or has it been a long time?

In the end, he blamed everything on Xu Fu's poems: "Who told you to make such obscene poems."

Xu Fu was ashamed and angry, and kicked him off the bed: "You, you, you, get out!"

[To be continued]